Page 178 of Love ad Lib
She panted, squirming to get closer as the swells of her orgasm built. Sensations whipped higher and higher and she clenched around his fingers, dragging her climax forward.
But then his fingers were gone, and before she could complain she was flipped onto her back and one of the silk ties was secured around her ankle. She couldn’t see anything; all she could do was feel as he spread her legs wider to fasten the other ankle. Had this been anyone else she might have felt vulnerable and exposed, but with Henry she felt like a goddess to be worshipped.
He tied her wrists and she gently pulled against the restraints. She couldn’t move more than an inch. Desire spiralled through her limbs. He wasn’t touching her, but she felt his heat covering every inch of her skin.
‘Okay?’ he whispered, brushing his lips down her throat.
She shivered. ‘God, yes. Please Henry, kiss me.’
His mouth found hers, his lips firm and possessive, his tongue claiming her. She opened to him, arching her back, trying to get closer, but the ties held her in place. She wanted to feel his weight on her, the hard length of his cock rubbing where she needed it the most, but his mouth was the only point of contact. Just as she felt she might go mad with need, he squeezed her nipple. Sensation scorched down to her clit.
‘Yes, oh god, yes!’ she cried, breaking the kiss.
Then his hot, wet mouth was on her other nipple, sucking and tugging, vibrating the tip of his tongue against the end as stars danced in the blackness of her vision.
She moaned. Nothing had ever felt so good. Nerves fired and misfired, setting off chain reactions that split and multiplied her pleasure. His other hand found her clit and she screamed his name. Her climax was now a mighty wave that swelled bigger and bigger as it waited to break.
She held her breath, preparing to be wiped out—
He stopped.
‘Henry!’ Her chest was heaving. ‘Keep going.’
His mouth and fingers returned, but they were leisurely. She wriggled against him, her body urging him to go faster.
The wave picked up momentum again, her release building once more. The wave reached its apex and—
He stopped again.
‘What are you doing?’ she gasped.
‘Do you remember what else you suggested we add to the contract?’ he whispered in her ear.
Her mind was scattered, tossing and turning in a storm of pleasure. She doubted she could even remember her own name right now.
‘What? What did I suggest?’
‘After “a little light bondage”, you suggested “orgasm denial”.’
‘Nooooooo!’ she wailed. ‘We can call Mr Pussy whatever you like. Just touch me again and make me come. Please!’
He chuckled. ‘No.’
‘W—what?’
‘You’re not going to come on my fingers.’ He licked just below her ear. ‘You’re going to come on my tongue.’
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
He traced patterns and promises over her skin, the tip of his tongue circling, pressing, vibrating.
‘When?’ Frustration ached in every cell.
He nibbled the lobe of her ear. ‘Are you going to beg?’
She could hear the smile in his voice and tugged against the restraints.
‘Yes!’ she cried. ‘Right now I’ll confess to every major unsolved crime from the last ten years if you’ll just move your magical tongue two feet lower.’
